You’re a man.
Purely coincidentally.
An old coot from the start.
A wavelength trapped in flesh unable to be a god
and little more than a dog.
Straining, striving, fighting.
Death remains unamused.
And for what?
To get where guys?
Just men.
And they decide what they will do
and they do not always choose correctly on purpose.
None of us does.
We are all raggedy men.
Pigs that stand upright.
Cows that can crane towards the fucking moon.
Gorillas with fingernail polish and ambitions.
The whole dirtgobblin’ lot.
Includes me, friend-
Includes me.

Come Thru:

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